Her name
was twisting, burnin', building
a flame on those who lay their charm
in a corner left untouched by
pastors, poets, priests and thieves;
'come with me'
she said 'come with me'
he came
despite the wishes of the pastor
proclaimed 'neither god nor master'
and now the time's right
fortune screams.
this one came from the heart of the vast pacific dream.
stay low.
now I'm neither safe nor sorry
I gained ten years spent in worry
but now the time's right, I can tell.
I saw her face on a high road back to hell.
stay low.
and you might find yourself in the distance
hate, pains, coming to terms with ease;
she is the one who painted all her surroundings
and left the heavy strokes
on me.
Tom Heyman documents life in San Francisco circa 2023, refusing to succumb to easy characterization & instead capturing the city’s nuance. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 22, 2023